Page 49 of My One
While Avery took a few turns inside the cage, I watched as the stress rolled off of his body and into the bat and ball. Observing him made me wonder why he hadn’t wanted to go pro. I knew he loved the game. When Avery and Easton started playing softball, it was as though a piece of Avery’s puzzle was put back into place. He radiated happiness, and he was good. Really good.
Hit after hit, Avery’s smile grew. So did mine. I hoped that swinging the bat would allow him to temporarily forget why we were here. If I could have, I would’ve taken his pain away, but I had a feeling that this wouldn’t be our only trip to Santa Barbara. I just hoped it wasn’t to go to court and fight some unknown person for what Avery’s mother had left him. That thought reminded me that I had a mystery key in my handbag, but seeing my husband’s smiling face stopped me from bringing it up. I wasn’t sure if he’d be pissed, and I couldn’t take that moment of joy away from him. Still, I hated keeping a secret from him, even if it was small.
“That felt good,” Avery stated as he came up to where I stood behind the batting cage, watching him.
I smiled. “Good.”
He wrapped a sweaty arm across my shoulders, and we started to walk toward the car. “You know, the beach is about a block away. You wanna take an evening stroll in the sand before I feast on your pink taco?”
I giggled. “I’d love to do both.”
We got into the car, and then Avery drove us to the beach. After parking, we got out of the car and walked to the sand. There was a slight breeze, and the temperature had dropped a few degrees. It was still nice though. Not humid, not cold, but perfect, and the complete opposite of New York City this time of year.
If only all of this were under better circumstances.
Iwoke up to a text from Easton:How’s it going?
I stared at the text, not sure what to reply. My mother really did love me, and I wasn’t able to tell her goodbye. My father was even worse than I thought he was because he’dpreventedmy mother from doing anything.
Me:Mom left a will. We have to wait to see if my father had one. It must be filed with the court within thirty days by the trustee, whoever the fuck that is. But first, we’re planning the funeral today.
Easton:Let me know if you need anything. We’re all here for you.
Me:Thank you, and I know you all are.
Nic was still sleeping, so I crawled out of bed, took a leak, and then came back. Not wanting to face reality, I climbed back into the bed and snuggled close to my wife. My lips brushed against her neck, working my way down to the top of her bare shoulder.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “It’s like our honeymoon all over again.”
I grinned against her skin. “Yeah, it is, and you’re naked,” I pointed out.
“What are you going to do about it?”
Reaching down, I ran my fingers between the lips of her pussy, feeling her arousal as it coated my fingers. “You’re already ready for me?”
She moaned her response and spread her legs. Without hesitation, I flung the covers off of us and positioned myself behind her, slid my bottom arm under her neck and lifted her leg slightly as I sank into my wife. Our mouths moved together as though we were starving for each other. My thrusts quickened as I held her open, not wasting any time as we both raced for the orgasms we were chasing. Nic panted as our mouths stayed together and I began kneading her breast, feeling her rock hard nipple as I rubbed the peak. Her hand went between her legs, and I broke our kiss to see that she’d started to rub her clit.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I rocked into her, feeling her fingers rubbing the side of my cock with each thrust as she circled her clit. As I picked up speed, the hand that was rubbing her clit wrapped around my neck and held on. I took over, working her clit with my fingers and kneading her breast with the other hand that was still under her. Nic brought her mouth to mine again, and my hips slowed for only a moment while I savored the taste of my wife.
Nic broke our mouths apart as she panted in pleasure, and I began thrusting hard again. She turned more onto her side, and I held onto her butt cheek, pumping and groaning as I got closer and closer to coming. Sex with Nicole was a high I never wanted to come down from. She was made for me. Every fucking inch.
“I’m close,” I groaned.
“Me, too,” Nic panted.
“Hold on, baby,” I instructed.
Right away, Nic grabbed the side of the bed as I ran my hands over every inch of her. My mouth was on her skin, kissing her neck, her shoulder, anything I could reach. I was in a frenzy, wanting to consume every delicious inch of my wife. She turned onto her back slightly and reached down to her clit, rubbing in circles to match my thrusts.
Nic shook, her orgasm squeezing my dick, and I lost myself in her, spilling my seed deep inside her. As we came down from our climaxes, we kissed, her arms around my neck and me on top of her.
“I love you,” I told her against her lips. “More than anything.”
“I love you too. More than yesterday.”
“I have something to tell you,” Nicole stated as we ate breakfast at a local diner.
